Thorn.
“It will be fine.” Rose says but I’m lost already. I’m trying not to lose hope in this situation. I’m going back to Delilah’s words, wondering if she is alright, what she is doing and what I can do to help her. What can Alpha with crippled legs do?
I walk into the room where Adrien is staying. We have been sent to what they call an Ocean axis. I walk int the room with worn walls adorned with peeling wallpaper that whispers tales of years gone by. Faded hues of muted colors clung to the surfaces, now dulled by time and neglect.
The furniture is a mismatched assembly of secondhand pieces, carrying the scars of prolonged use. The air hung heavy with a musty scent, a testament to the room's struggle against dampness. Scant natural light struggled through grimy windows,
“Nothing?“
